The Grand Secretary’s Pampered Wife

Chapter 589 Black Belly (3rd watch)

As night fell, the Zhuang's mansion gradually lit up candles.

The servants took down the lanterns one by one from the porch, lit them up and hung them up high.

Zhuang Taifu sat in the study and flipped through the notebooks presented by Xu Cifu and others.

Recently, there has been a lot of turmoil in the court. Shangshu Xing and Empress Dowager Zhuang have been rehabilitated, and their respective identities and powers have been restored. However, Taifu Zhuang's behavior of standing by and watching when the Queen Mother was framed by others has different opinions. Some ministers also suggested that he was an insider and was just cooperating with Queen Mother Zhuang and others to act together.

There are many opinions on the forum, and the words of the civil servants are just for this. If they really let them be free, they should find something else to be unhappy.

What Zhuang Taifu really cares about is not the little quarrel in the court, but——

His eyes fell on a landscape painting on the opposite wall.

"Master!" The dealer's steward reported happily at the door, "The king of the county is back!"

...

Outside the majestic gate of the Zhuang Mansion, Prince An was dressed in plain clothes and knelt at the bottom of the steps.

During the days when he left the Zhuang family, Mrs. Zhuang had no news of him, but no news meant that he was still alive. If he died, the capital would have been turned upside down.

Taifu Zhuang didn't bother to look for him, he cut off all his retreats because he expected that he wouldn't last long, and one day he would take the initiative to return home to beg himself.

Sure enough, isn't it?

Taifu Zhuang came to the gate of the Zhuang Mansion in a brown-gray cloak.

The subordinates were all dismissed by the steward. No matter how Taifu Zhuang sanctioned King An, King An was his own grandson. He could see the downfall of King An, but the servants could not.

"Let's go take a look at the warehouse." After the grandparents and grandchildren met, the steward also found an excuse to resign.

Taifu Zhuang said, "No, you just stay here."

The manager was embarrassed: "Ah, yes."

This is too embarrassing for him. I saw the joke of the little master today. In the future, the little master will be in charge of the house. Why don't you wear shoes for him?

Zhuang Taifu ignored the steward, he walked slowly to the steps, and looked down at the lonely figure kneeling on the ground.

After these many days, I should know that life outside is difficult.

"Head up."

King An Jun slowly raised his head, looking at his grandfather with a melancholy expression.

Mrs. Zhuang wanted to say look at yourself, how thin you are, but when you looked closely, the words stuck in your throat.

Is it an illusion?

How do you feel that this kid is still growing?

King An Jun was a handsome and handsome man in the past.

It's just that there are shallow cheek dimples on his cheeks, and he looks a little thin.

Now the cheeks are gone!

The face is round, and the face is blessed!

Of course, it has nothing to do with being fat, it just... just grows up, more like the sunshine and handsomeness that should be at this age.

But that's weird isn't it?

He was skinny at home, but he put on weight when he went out?

The main reason is that the king of An Jun was oppressed by Gu Yan to work every day, he did a lot of physical work, his appetite increased greatly, and people who came and went would grow stronger.

He used to be full with one bowl at home, but now he is a super cook who can fit two bowls and three bowls!

Zhuang Taifu suddenly felt a little irritable.

"Grandfather." King An took the initiative to say, "The grandson is back."

These words finally broke the short silence, and also pulled Zhuang Taifu back from the situation where he didn't know how to react. Zhuang Taifu said coldly: "You still know to come back? I warned you before, if you dare to walk out of that door, Don’t even think about coming back so easily!”

King An Jun lowered his head: "Grandson knows his mistake, please forgive me."

Taifu Zhuang snorted coldly: "Forgive? You said it lightly. In the future, everyone will be like you. If you are happy, you will stay at home, and if you are unhappy, you will run away from home. What will happen to my farmer!"

King An no longer quibbled, bowed his head with a look of remorse.

The steward hurriedly persuaded him: "My lord, the king of the county was also obsessed with ghosts for a while. Since he knew he was wrong, you should forgive him for the sake of his filial piety to you in the past. The king of the county will not dare to do it again in the future! Yes No, Prince?"

As he spoke, he looked at King An, who was kneeling there and bowed his head in repentance.

King An Jun nodded sullenly: "The manager is right, my grandson has suffered a lot outside, and I will never dare to disobey my grandfather again."

This statement is a bit unconvincing, after all, it is good to grow up after suffering, so you can't go to heaven if you don't suffer?

But Taifu Zhuang really couldn't think of any reason for King An not to endure hardships. After all, all the relationships that King An could rely on had been greeted in advance, and no one dared to take him in.

Big hotels and restaurants would not let him stay.

During this period of time, at most, he was nested in some low-grade inn with some scraps of silver on his body.

"Come in and kneel!" Taifu Zhuang said coldly.

"Yes."

King An agreed, and the steward hurried down the steps to help King An get up.

The weak body of my own county king...

Before the thought crossed his mind, King An stood up by himself, as awkward as he wanted.

Steward: "..."

King An Jun followed Zhuang Taifu to his yard.

Zhuang Taifu asked King An to kneel at the door of the study.

King An Jun said in a low voice: "Let me kneel inside, shame on me."

Zhuang Taifu said hehe: "Do you still know how to be ashamed?"

King An Jun said very caringly: "It's okay for me to be ashamed, but it's not good for my grandfather to lose face."

"Humph!"

Taifu Zhuang flicked his sleeves coldly, but he didn't kick him out after all.

King An Jun knelt in the middle of his study.

Since Taifu Zhuang wants to give him a little prestige, he will naturally not show too much concern for him, such as asking him how he is doing these days, where he is, whether he has enough food, whether he is warmly dressed, etc.

If he had asked, perhaps he would have been able to detect some sporadic flaws and clues.

King An looked at Mrs. Zhuang from time to time, Mrs. Zhuang knew about it, but he didn't think much about it, he just thought the child was looking at his face.

He said coldly: "Don't expect me to forgive you so quickly."

"How long will you have to kneel?" Prince An asked aggrievedly.

As soon as this remark came out, Taifu Zhuang was enraged, did he come to admit his mistake? Think about it before kneeling?

Taifu Zhuang said angrily: "Kneel until you have a long memory!"

Originally planning to let King An go back to the courtyard, Taifu Zhuang changed his mind, so he should let him kneel through the floor!

"master."

The steward came again.

This time, his expression was somewhat concealed.

Taifu Zhuang understood, and looked coldly at King An on the ground: "Kneel down!"

"Yes." Prince An aggrievedly agreed.

Taifu Zhuang left the study.

King An hurriedly got up and put his ears on the crack of the door.

The steward whispered: "Master, Jiang Ping is back, he said he has something to report to you, do you want to bring him here?"

Taifu Zhuang looked back at the study room with the door ajar, and said calmly: "Forget it, you let him go to my tea room and wait."

The steward said: "Yes."

When Taifu Zhuang returned to the study, King An had already knelt down respectfully. Taifu Zhuang glanced at the landscape map on the wall, hesitated for a moment, and said to King An: "You go back first!"

"Thank you, grandfather." King An bowed his hands and stood up while leaning on the table.

After he left the yard, Mrs. Zhuang went to the tea room on the other side of the corridor.

And An Junwang wandered around outside and came back.

"My jade pendant fell inside."

He said to the boy guarding the yard.

King An was originally a very special existence in the Zhuang family. He could freely enter and leave the courtyard of Zhuang Taifu. In addition, he was brought back by Zhuang Taifu himself just now, which means that the conflict between the grandfather and grandson has been resolved, and the servant dare not stop him Him, put him in.

King An hurriedly went to Zhuang Taifu's study room, but couldn't find it anywhere, and went straight to the landscape painting hanging on the wall opposite the desk.

He just noticed that his grandfather looked at it three times in the process of reviewing the memorial, once when he went out to talk to the steward, and asked him to look at it again when he returned to the yard.

Based on his understanding of his grandfather, there must be a mystery behind this painting!

He took off the painting, but to his disappointment, there was an ordinary wall behind the painting.

There are no hidden compartments and no cracks.

Prince An Jun was puzzled and said, "What's going on? Could it be that I'm being overwhelmed? Grandfather just likes this painting? Is this painting priceless?"

It does seem to be an antique painting, quite valuable.

King An Jun frowned: "No, there must be something wrong. How can someone with such high vision be so nervous about an antique painting?"

Click!

King An slipped his hand, and the scroll fell to the ground, and the top of the scroll came loose.

He hurriedly squatted down, picked up the scroll, and pulled out the top of the scroll that seemed to be a whole but was spliced ​​together.

The shaft is hollow!

There is something in it!

King An Jun turned the scroll down, and a scroll of bright yellow imperial decree fell out.

King An opened it and found that it was a blank imperial edict of the late emperor, stamped with the jade seal and the great seal of the late emperor.

If something is written on it, it will become the late emperor's will!

Abolishing His Majesty's throne will not be difficult for King Li Ning or any prince or prince!

Is this what Jiang Ping brought back from the Yan people?

Is it the trump card Taifei Jing left for Qin Fengyan?

Since Concubine Jing has such a powerful thing, why didn't she take it out earlier to save her life?

It was too late to deal with these doubts, King An only knew that such a terrible thing must not fall into the hands of his grandfather!

He took the imperial decree and hung the painting back intact.

He came to the door.

After thinking about it, he gritted his teeth and turned back.

...

The moon is dark and the wind is high.

Anjun Wang hurried out with the imperial decree in his arms.

"The king of the county."

Along the way, many servants and maids greeted him.

He didn't answer anything, and walked straight towards the door of the dealer.

"Your Majesty, it's so late, do you want to go out?" asked the guard at the gate.

King An's eyes flashed, and he said in a normal tone: "I have something to go out."

"Do you want to send someone to follow you?" the boy asked.

"No need." Prince An refused.

The boy couldn't say anything more, so he turned sideways to make way for him.

King An stepped across the high threshold, and just as one foot stepped out before landing, Taifu Zhuang's majestic and cold voice sounded behind him: "Stop!"